Half Here
Since coming home I've been alive for only half a day at a time. I'm pretty good until about 1:30 p.m. or so, then I just crash and spend the rest of the day a zombie. This past week has really beat the crap out of me. I know it is part of the grieving process, but damn.
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Grief sucks, it sucks big donkey dingies from Hell. Let's make a date. This weekend is no good, how about June 20-22??
By the way - this depressing weather is not helping one bit I'm sure.
Yeah, grief. I am afraid the only way to go through hell is to keep on going. It's exhausting.
So now is the time for the oh-so civilized European afternoon nap habit. When you get up, have yourself your favorite grown up equivalent to graham crackers and milk. Keep calm and carry on.
Solidarity, MG.
Hang in there, it DOES get better, but you have to go through the worst first. It really does suck.
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